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Chapter 3:

Comfort was certainly not a feeling that Brenna was familiar with. It was almost unnerving that she woke to a warm feeling of ease and comfort. It took minutes for her to realize that feeling came in the form of a fit chest pressed against her back, a toned arm wrapped around her waist, and warm breath against her ear. She would have felt a little better if the form didn't belong to Dean Ambrose. She couldn't deny that she found him physically attractive. Hell, his voice alone could probably get her going if the words that accompanied it didn't piss her off so easily. He seemed so much more tolerable when he was sleeping, so she let herself relax and enjoy the embrace for a fleeting moment.

Dean was confused as well when he stirred. Sure, he would have no problem fucking her, but her attitude and mouth turned him off. Yet he seemed to enjoy the closeness as she was quietly lying with him. He was certainly surprised to find himself enjoying spooning the woman. He'd never been one to get close to anyone. Roman and Seth, his brothers for all intents and purposes, had been the first people he'd really bonded with. Dean was a certified lone wolf. He sure as hell never kept any woman around for longer than it took to fuck her and duck out. But at that moment, Dean didn't dare move for fear of her waking and moving away from him. He evened out his breaths and closed his eyes, content to lay there for a while longer, until he'd fallen asleep once again.

It was hours later when Dean and Brenna woke to chuckling and what sounded like a phone camera snapping. Brenna looked to the end of the bed to find Roman and Seth taking a picture of them. Dean was the first to move. Sitting up in the bed and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "You're a couple of douche bags. Can't let anyone sleep anymore?"

Roman smirked, "Since when do you actually sleep? Usually you toss and turn for a couple of hours before you turn on the tv and chug a red bull to get through the day."

"Fuck you. I sleep just fine." But Dean knew Roman was speaking the truth. He hadn't slept that well in years—hell, maybe ever.

"Yeah, whatever. We need to hit the gym. Let's go." Seth was already dressed and ready to go.

Brenna spoke up at this point. "You two are fine, but you heard me last night." She looked at Dean before continuing, "You need to give your muscles a rest. Treadmill should be fine, but no lifting or crossfit today."

Dean just rolled his eyes and entered the bathroom to change and grabbed his bag.

While the guys waited for Dean to be ready, Brenna turned to them. "I'm new to this whole travelling thing. When do we leave and where are we headed next?"

Roman pulled out an itinerary. "We're headed to Florida next. So a lot of us will be close to home. Most of us live in or around Tampa because it's almost like a home-base. The performance center is there as well as NXT. Actually, I think we've almost got Dean convinced to move there. After taping Smackdown we will get a couple of days off before we head to Texas."

Brenna nodded. "I guess I'll finally get to rack up some frequent flyer miles. What time are we leaving?"

"We prefer driving at night. Less traffic. It will probably be around 7 or so because we usually grab food on the way out of town."

Brenna nodded. "Alright. I'll be ready."

Dean soon walked into the room ready to head to the gym, not even glancing in the brunette's direction. While it really shouldn't have, that bothered her. But she had a job to do and a part of that was not hindering the regular routine of her new charges. Brenna decided to make sure her bags were ready to go for later that evening. She pulled on a worn, fitted pair of jeans that had rips in the knees. They were old, but comfortable, and when Brenna was feeling a little cocky, she would admit that they made her ass look fantastic. She threw on a grey racer-back, thin cotton tank top and a pair of black sandals before grabbing her key card and heading out the door.

Brenna had every intention of spending the entire day seeing everything Nashville had to offer. And she did. She literally made her way to the hotel room half an hour before they were to leave for the next city. She was surprised to find the three men ready to hit the road.

Dean looked angry as he spoke, "We've been ready to go for an hour. Where the fuck were you?" He moved to stand in front of Brenna.

Brenna was taken aback for a moment before she found her confidence. "It's 6:30. I was told we would be leaving at 7. Excuse me for not sitting in the fucking room all day, but I have a fucking life. Next time, call my cell. But don't jump up my ass because you don't know how to fucking communicate." Brenna was seeing red. This man could infuriate her so easily.

Roman stepped in, "Dude, I told her about 7. It's my fault. Calm down so we can hit the road."

Brenna grabbed her shit and headed out the door. It seemed the drive to Florida would be a long one.

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